I’ve been speaking in we,
when whats shrinking is me.

The old need to believe,
has now exceeded it’s peak.

I do not achieve,
because I’m still stuck on repeat.

It’s true that love is forever,
to the utmost degree.

If love is forever,
then how long will I try?

And try as I might,
it’s the downfall thats divine.

On the bottom of rocks,
you’ll find my villainous mind.

In the past I reside,
but the future is mine.

As I’m speaking as me,
I have need for reply.

So it’s caution I heed,
my heart bleeds by design.